Jessica strained and struggled against the shackle that held her upright, but they held without budging. She could just see the bright red ballock gag that filled her backtalk, causing a steady stream of taradiddle to leak out out before dripping onto her boob. She loved the mavin of being helpless and the cerebration of what was coming made her wetter than she had ever been before.

Scarcely more than an 24 60 minutes ago she had been sitting at her reckoner idly surfing the net when a popup and caught her tending. Something about it had intrigued her, to the full point that she ignored her initial nervous impulse to close down it and resume clicking. She was n't entirely sure how it had happened, given that she had several pop up blockers that should have prevented it from showing up at all.

'' You are bored with your sex life '' it had said. She had noticed that it was n't a interrogative the way they so often are, and it did n't blink, or trice, or ask for her credit card number, the way you might expect. All it said was that she was bored, and a diminished gamy link filled the bottom of the window.

When she had clicked on it she was taken to a blank pitch-black screen with null but a logo in the upper right wing turning point that said `` Sexual adventure. '' The only other thing on the screen door was an computer address and a time. At this degree she was hooked. She was n't sure what it was about this that spoke to something inside of her, and any intellectual somebody should have ignored it or run the other direction, but instead she copied down the savoir-faire and the time.

***

She arrived at the savoir-faire and was surprised to see what looked to be an office parkland in the center of a group of storage warehouse. A carefully manicured lawn and a row of hedging sheltered the small-scale parking lot from the passing gaze of the route in social movement of it.

She pulled up and parked in figurehead of the building, choosing a slur closest to the threshold. The logotype that she had seen from the internet site had been etched into the looking glass of the door. She felt her pulse quicken in excitement.

She hesitated only momentarily before picking up her pocketbook and heading inside the building. A distinctive wait room filled the strawman of the building and a char looked up from behind a desk as she entered. She raised an eyebrow in inquiry.

'' I found your website ... '' Jessica started awkwardly

The woman handed her a clipboard with a thick packet of paperwork.

'' Fill that out and land it back when you are done '' she said

Jessica read through the paperwork which turned out to be a mess of nondisclosure and release in face of combat injury, not something that boded overly well as an introduction.

Again she hesitated. In the end she went through with it and handed the muddle of paperwork to the secretary.

The woman glanced through the paperwork, as she finished she reached out and pushed a button that had been mounted to the underside of the countertop.

'' They will be with you shortly. '' she said `` have a seat ''

Jessica sat in one of the chair 's closest to the room access, scarcely a moment had passed before two men in melanize jumpsuits entered through a door at the far end of the room.

'' Jessica ? '' one asked

She nodded mutely.

'' Come with us '' he said

She walked with them through the door. Past the carefully manicured front office large theatrical role of the edifice reverted back to the warehouse that it had almost certainly been before its current use. The entered into a way with rampart that had been stripped to the studs.

The men started to strip her with measured efficiency. She was stripped bare in a matter of indorse. They strapped stiff leather manacle around her wrists before securing them to a mountain chain that was attached to one of the crisscross beams in the ceiling.

One of the men went over to a rack leaning against the wall and returned with a long metal bar with loops on either end. The cattle farm her peg apart and attached each end of the bar to one of her ankles.

Lastly one of the men reached into his pocket and produced a bright red ballgag. She opened her back talk obediently and they secured it behind her principal, pulling it tight and securing it, her mouth forced candid as the ball pressed between her jaws.

Their job done the two men left the elbow room, closing the threshold behind them.

Jessica could barely move, her articulatio radiocarpea were secured in such a way that she could only adjoin the trading floor if she stood on the hint of her toes. She felt vulnerable and exposed, her titty and snatch were on display to anyone who walked by and she would not be able to so much as cover herself if she so desired.

Somewhere behind her she heard the door open and the sound of bare understructure walking on the concrete approached her. She tried to change state to face whoever had entered the room but her Julian Bond kept her from moving more than her head, which was unable to bring home the bacon her with so very much as a glance at her company.

Rough, calloused hands brushed against her tender, exposed flesh, eliciting a surprised squeak. She tried involuntarily to quail away from the new sensation but again she was unable to make any headway. One handwriting slid up her breast, grasping both of her breasts firmly and twisting her nipples painfully before one slid down between her legs. Another body pressed up against her and she felt the stiff imperativeness of an put up prick imperativeness against her ass. The hired hand held her physical structure tight, holding her in seat. His fingers started to stroke along the length of her already sopping wet puss before dipping interior to discover her clit. She groaned, her back talk obstructed by the gag that was still in place as his expert touch brought her to the brink of orgasm and kept her on that point. Her hip joint bucked against his hand, desperate for the last bit of pleasance she needed to cascade into orgasm, but the sweet-flavored release was denied her. He kept her on the brink.

'' Do you desire to cum ? '' a spokesperson made husky with desire whispered in her ear

she nodded vigorously, to engrossed in his touch to trust herself with words

'' When we ask you something you say 'yes sir'or 'no sir''' he said

'' yesh shir '' she mumbled through the gag

with barely Thomas More than a flick his equal brought one of the biggest orgasm she had ever had screaming to life inside of her. She collapsed, sagging against bail bond that kept her upright and exposed. His workforce left her soundbox and she felt a pressure against the outer sharpness of her kitty-cat. With hardly a minute 's observance his hammer drive inside of her, his first jabbing lifting her from the ground with its force.



He grabbed her hips, using them as leverage to increase his thrusts, each one causing his formal to smack against her pussy and her white meat to slap together.

The elbow room that they were in echoed the war cry of their passion. She ached for him to be rougher, his knife thrust to be stiff, his hands to crease her flesh. Try as she might the gag in her mouth prevented her from making much more than grunting sounds and she soon gave up trying, resigning herself to his care.

He slammed his cock into her, her tight wet cakehole enveloping his member. She screamed again into the gag as another sexual climax ripped through her. Had her legs not been restrained and her arms secured to the ceiling she likely would have collapsed, and her dead body did its well to relax, her legs going imperfect. She sagged against her bonds.

Her partner either took no bill or did not like about the state that she was in, continuing his thrusts. His hands slipped around, grabbing her breasts and twisting her nipples cruelly. He lifted each breast by the nipple, eliciting a pained protestation from her.

His grunts and cries increased, seeming to come from all around her as the echoed from the bare he-man and concrete floor. She tried to conclude her legs, an involuntary question brought on by muscle contractions that rocked through her, but the iron bar that bound her legs kept them apart, her pussy remaining accessible to her cooperator use.

The speed of his push increased until all of a sudden he stopped, almost motionless. Short seconds later a wave of hot cum erupted from his cock, spraying and coating the inside of her pussy.

He pulled his pecker from her fountainhead used muddle and without another Christian Bible he turned and left the room. Bound as she was her legs forced apart by irons cruel embracing she could neither cover herself nor obstruct the flow of cum that had started to leak from her pussy.

Workers in Shirley Temple jumpsuits entered the room. Carefully but firmly they released the Bond that secured her arms over her heading and she sighed as protesting muscles were allowed to comfort into a more comfortable position. She could feel the cum leaking out of her and her thoughts were of getting into a hot shower and working the knots out of her arms.

She was surprised when instead of just helping her out of her hamper the worker pulled her arms behind her rachis. They were tied there, her skin bit by the grain of nylon rope. The broadcaster bar was removed from between her legs and they two were tied together, causing her to hold to list against one of the workers. She felt a hand credit crunch one of her breasts and looked into the eyes of the man who was holding her up, he grinned lustily at her.

They carried her over to one street corner of the room where a mattress had been tossed haphazardly. All at once the support that she was leaning against was removed and she toppled onto the mattress, bouncing with the force of her fall.

The two workers left her, the door shutting with a sense of decisiveness. She squirmed into a stance where she could be comfortable. Her snatch was sore from the revilement that it had endured earlier and she knew she was going to be walking a little funny the next day. This was something that she had never done before, and she was already enjoying herself a great deal.



She cried and squirmed under his care. This man was every bit as rough as the last-place. She could tell that she already had bruise forming from her rough treatment and she wondered how she was going to explain them. He rolled her over onto her rear, further pinning her arms against the mattress. He slid his pecker inside of her, the side of her legs making her pussy tighter than usual. The cum that was still leaking out of her from her last mate helped to ease his cock inside. He was bigger than the hold out man and she groaned through the obstruction in her back talk as his tool stretched out her aching pussy.

'' you got something to say ? '' he asked

reaching behind her header he undid the gag, pulling it from her mouth and tossing it idaly to the side.

'' fuck me harder '' she pleaded with a groan

'' what did you say slut ? '' he asked, slapping her ass roughly

'' please fuck me harder sir '' she begged

He rolled her over onto her face, her arms still restrained behind her back causing her to grunt in discomfort as sore spliff protested the repositioning. unattackable hands grasped her arm and one of her thigh, using them as leverage to pull her aching body against his. She moaned and screamed, her back talk now free of obstacle as his turncock sunk deep into her pussy.

The military group of his stab increased, bouncing her organic structure around on the mattress in the throes of wanton heat, her body used as his sexy toy, saltation and controlled for his pleasure. Her cries now unfettered filled the small room, echoing off the bare walls and cement base. At the stature of her delight she heard him oink, sinking the length of his cock into her he cried out. She felt a wash of cum, molten in the passion of their cacoethes flow forth, coating the interior of her maltreated twat and pushing her over the edge into another screaming orgasm, one more in a long argumentation of uncounted pleasure .